The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 3: Unexpected Ally…

Lyla

For a moment, nobody moved.

Then slowly, Darius released me, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease.

“Who the hell was that?” he muttered glancing in the direction of the growl.

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t know who he was either but I felt a strange pull towards him, a sense of safety I hadn’t felt in years.

My eyes drifted to where he was across the room but he was no longer there.

I turned around frantically, searching for him in the crowd, but I couldn’t find him.

He was just here a few seconds ago.

The cruel laughter from the boys reminded me of my current dilemma.

One of the boys suddenly yelped and pointed to my legs – I flushed in embarrassment as they laughed again.

It was my warm juices… I was so horny that I could feel every underwear I had on, soaked.

I closed my eyes, trying to block everyone out.

My body was just reacting to having plenty of men around me at the same time.

“What’s the matter, Lyla?” feeling a little… needy?” Darius taunted me as he stepped closer again.

“I bet you’d do anything to make this stop, wouldn’t you?”

My breath hitched.

I could feel my heat intensifying.

Darius’ voice – the manly scent of the men around me… gosh! It was driving me crazy, making my skin burn and my thoughts blur.

It was as though every nerve in my body was on fire and my senses were overwhelmed by the unbearable desire coursing through my veins.

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I moaned loudly, clamping my legs together as the scent of my high arousal hung heavy in the air.

Right now, that didn’t matter, I just wanted to take care of the pressure building inside me.

“Come on,” Darius sneered, leaning in closer.

“Why don’t you just beg us? We might take pity on you, mutt.

”

my heart

stung, but the worst part was the twisted

how it craved for any touch, any relief, even from those

weak, my breath ragged and I knew I

yet but the heat was too much and my mind was

taunts mingling

at her,” one of

“She can barely stand.

Pathetic.

”

forward and ran his index

it, tears burned in my eyes – I wished I could

up and down

false sympathy as he turned

do anything

that right, Lyla? Do you want me

take it anymore, I pushed through them before he could finish speaking, stumbling as I

could feel eyes on me, could hear mocking laughter chasing me but I didn’t look

to get away, to find somewhere – anywhere – I

solid wall of muscle and staggered

apology on my lips but the words died in my

the amber-eyed

mine with a mix of curiosity and something

tall, broad-shoulders, dressed in

over the room

their stares and a sickening dread

on the third finger of his left hand

a Lycan leader, but

the Lycan Leader of the White Moon Throne – the

as I realized the gravity of the

was standing before the most powerful man in my world,

a reprimand or

the punishment for uncontrolled heat cycles especially

could bring down

eyes were intense, a deep amber that seemed

condemnation, his gaze held

me up from the ground with surprising

okay?” He asked, his voice sending shivers through my already hypersensitive

was electric, his hand warm against my arm and my breath hitched again as I struggled to find

stammered but my body chose that moment to betray

of heat crashed over me, stronger

my vision blurring

leader caught me, his grip was

hard planes of his chest against mine, I could

flushed and found his gaze fixed on me with an intensity

Time seemed to slow.

the background as I and the Lycan leader stood locked in this strange, charged

eyes darkened, a flash of something raw and primal crossing